Apr 5, 2018
"I want you to cover me in your cum like this glazed doughnut," Hecate said to her boyfriend.
Eziam’s eyes widened. “...I...” Would it be cliche (perhaps even embarrassing) to confess that he didn’t know what that meant? Naturally, he knew what that meant, but what did it mean-mean? How would he even do it? Heart racing, he realized he would need to ask for help. And Hecate couldn’t know how naive he was. She couldn’t. “...sure. Yeah, absolutely. Tonight we’ll do it.”